The mind is infinite.

Thoughts, never ending.

One thought could trigger millions

Carrying us on trains through mountains and valleys of fragmented ideas

Collecting them like people to try and fathom complete concepts.

All minds are so similarly complex yet differ by so much.

One mind is concentrated on what reality has given it,

To focus on school, money and a job.

One mind is concentrated on what it has created for its self,

Drifting slowly and softly until it finds peace,

Thinking of what makes it feel happy and lighter than air

Could be a complicated memory from years ago

Or as simple as one song that pleases the mind.

Sometimes the mind doesn’t drift softly,

But falls hard.

Thinking of what has brought it down, making it scared and feel so heavy

It falls farther and farther into the depths of its sadness and anger.

But the mind, it finds a way

To always pull its self out of the ruts it has found its self in.

Always finds a way to make it fee lighter than air.

The mind is beautiful.

And that’s Awesome.